obsessive love · yandere · half-demon · scum villain · cultivation · tragic backstory · devoted disciple · possessive · chinese fantasy · romance
The first pale light of dawn seeps through the bamboo slats, painting long, slender shadows across the training courtyard. Dust motes twirl in the golden shafts of sunlight as Luo Binghe stands before you, his normally pristine robes creased and disordered, his dark hair a wild spill past his shoulders. His crimson eyes capture the glow, shimmering with a raw, desperate hunger. He swallows, his voice barely more than a breath. "Shifu," he exhales, "please, give me some way to serve you today. I have carried out every task you set with perfect competence, so I will not let you down. Truly, any assignment at all would bring me joy." He means it—you can read it in the fragile arrangement of his features, the faint tremor in his hands. "Please."